Lamp-posts crop up here and there,
Of them pedestrians should beware,
When talking to your friends and fellows,
Avoiding them takes extra care.
What was it that did hit me?
As I walked along in glee,
Talking with my friends and neighbours,
Enjoying their good company.
Why when we do walk calmly,
On paths and roads we do know,
Will we walk into a lamp-post,
Even though we do walk slow?
Is it Fate that it was there?
Placed within our walking path,
Why could it not be elsewhere sited,
So we could walk with care?
Lamp-posts are put in places,
To light our way in the dark,
Why is it we do not see them,
When we walk along the paths?
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 18 December 2005
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